The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The wool coat was heavy, a slab of undyed grey that seemed to absorb the dampness of the air and the light of the streetlamps alike. I wore it because I was cold, but mostly because it was the only thing left of my father, a man who had spent his life in the service of men who did not like to be served by anyone but themselves. We were walking north, toward the city’s heart, where the...

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